Monday, April 12, 2010
Time 10:02:42 AM GMT
SIBIU

IZ OLD odors of black tea …

I took a few pieces of will, I mixed evenly with a little sea water and then sat down quietly in the sun to ripen, the uniform uscindu for later … For that I was late when I meet I go to the mountains this year …

Last year I was in the mountains. Last year I went to the plateau … The Transylvanian Plateau … Above Sibiu, I climbed on the map … I stopped there for a few hours until I got good … forest DUMBRAVA depths where the fish you eat wet bread directly of hand … The tram station is born a paved path that takes you down, directly to Lake Forest Grove … The lake opened path left, right Zoo …
Yes, yes … I remember perfectly mixed with the lake smells of the zoo …

Next the trail turns to the left and green moisture is lost through the forest … Beyond that I was never wet … I was curious, but I got to get to scour depth alluring … I remained in memory, instead of feeling story forest full of mysteries and curiosities like … I know I lived, near the depth of a sense of deep reconciliation with itself, which she, in turn and live their reconciliation, thus contributing to peace my soul corollary young …

Near the lake right next to asphalt path was built on a promontory wooden benches which were placed some wood, surrounded by a railing of wood … Sunday, the place is filled with people come to recreate, in the immediate vicinity of the lake filled big fish … and the joy of eating their bread a lot, filled atmosphere of a royal breeze semiprecious stones beaten into them … not today … I looked up the lake water of a bluish gray-green shelter thousands of families of freshwater fish but and salt water … How is understood the two great families remained a mystery to me …

Later, walking distance to good fish are in right headland and a jetty for boats on Sunday. There were gathered hardworking, rowing boats, and pedal boats black colored board, pedal bicycles and chains as usual … had two-seater pedalos, rowing boats were rocked on the water surface of the lake and four color guide … simply stands screaming, all kinds of green brass stills, low odor and pastries with cheese and meat juices sfiriietoare, cotton candy sticks triangular cookies strange, beer mugs and yellow sour taste, complete the picture so dear to me now … Nowremembered when writing, state, images, feelings, sensations, sensitivity seen at the entrance of Forest Grove in Sibiu heart … I remember perfectly mixed with the lake smells of the zoo …

They just smell the scent of those old remembrance controlled, protect me in all the immensity of a life that I was not prepared to live consciously … but I push with inconceivable violence towards a separation of my most intimate feelings integrity …

… in the midst of which, I used to live today … but most of all I drink black tea mixed with two teaspoons of condensed milk on the brink of night, brought by the mother just in Moscow …